“Rachel…is that what you’re wearing?“ her husband asked. “I know

“Rachel…is that what you’re wearing?“ her husband asked. “I know we’re on vacation, but…”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Tom,” she answered. “People here put tits on the front page of the paper,” she said.  “I went topless at the beach today and the world didn’t end.” In fact, Rachel’s self esteem got quite a boost from the attention she received from the foreign men.  “It’s already dark out,” she added as a final rationalization. “Come on, we don’t want to miss our reservation.”

Tom insisted she bring a jacket, but once they were on the street and she got her first look from one of the hot young French boys, the jacket came off.  She felt exhilarated walking around the seaside town practically naked as all the young men snuck a peek or even stared openly. “If only the girls in the PTA could see me now,” she thought to herself.

After dinner, Rachel told her husband she wanted to go for a stroll and do some window shopping. The truth was, she wanted to be seen a little more.  Tom found a street performer and stopped to admire the act. “I need to find a bathroom,” Rachel told him, “I’ll find you later,” she said as her husband waived her off.

She approached a young, handsome man who was on his phone and asked if he knew where the bathroom was. Although the man didn’t speak much English, he could tell this woman wanted attention more than directions. “This way, I show,” he said leading Rachel down a side street.

When they reached the dead end, she turned around a little confused. “You want this?” he asked, grabbing his bulging cock through his pants.

“No, I uh…” Rachel hesitated.

The man stepped aside to let her pass, but she didn’t move. “Okay. Go,” he said. Rachel stood there failing to not look at the stranger’s chest and down to the man’s bulge.

“Yes or non?” the man asked. He took her hand and put it on his chest under his thin cotton shirt. “You like this, yes?”

Rachel’s heart was racing as she felt her head nod up and down. She found her free hand on the man’s crotch, fumbling with his zipper as their lips met. In a heartbeat, Rachel’s skirt was over her hips and she was leaning over a pile of boxes as the stranger’s cock filled her from behind.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel staggered out of the side street alone. The stranger’s cum was still dripping down her leg when she found her husband, still admiring the street performer’s act. Only when they were back at the hotel did he notice that his wife’s panties were also missing.  “She must have been really drunk when she used the bathroom,” he reasoned. “That would explain why she could barely walk all night.”